Morose and lethargic, a lazy and stiff hand Venky flung out
Towards the trusted teapot that had a grotesquely twisted spout
The bad hangover had an orchestra playing in his head
He had just sought love but got scorn instead
Earl Gray bloody hell at the very least.
(Word Count: 48)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#121
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Thanks for the chuckle. 🙂
You are welcome!
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